Chapter 099: A Flirtatious, Promiscuous Woman
Zhou Jingyi and Min Xue returned to the hospital room together.
At the door of the ward, Zhou Jingyi stopped in his tracks and said to Min Xue, “You should go back first.”
The smile on Min Xue’s face slowly faded. She had thought she might have a chance to be alone with Zhou Jingyi, but unexpectedly, he was sending her away. An awkward smile appeared on her face as she said, “Jingyi, I’d like to stay with you.”
Zhou Jingyi frowned. Words of refusal hovered on the tip of his tongue.
Creak—the door slowly opened, and the constant sound of footsteps echoed from outside. Although the three of them couldn’t see everything clearly from under the table, they could tell that many people had entered.
Over the years, the Blood Buddha had always used coercion and temptation to recruit new brothers from among the Roamers and Travelers, but never had he encountered such a tough opponent—until today.
Sima Qiang was so exhausted he could barely breathe. They didn’t know how long they had been walking; his legs felt completely numb. Right now, he could hardly climb another dry tree, but forcing himself onward was the only way to keep going, so he struggled upward.
Lin Bixiao and Du Caiwei both valued the other more than themselves, so when Lin Bichi noticed something strange in Zuo’an’s gaze, she couldn’t help but warn him.
By the time Di He had drawn all the poison from her body, she had already slumped against the tree and fallen fast asleep.
The moment the Scribe leaped into the room, Zhou Hai and the others reacted. They had just drawn their pistols when they saw the Scribe before them.
“What? You’re unwilling?” Number Nine didn’t answer, but merely raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at him, the intangible pressure making Du Jingtao’s nerves tense to the breaking point.
Gritting his teeth, he finally chose the former. He believed that as long as he followed these footprints, he would be able to leave this place. Even if he couldn’t see his companions, he could still keep pace with them.
The coastline of the Brazilian Empire stretched across nearly half of South America, filled with ancient forests and venerable mountains—paradises for magical beasts, lands the empire had yet to tame. In fact, there were many places the empire had never even touched.
“You’re such a philanderer! Whenever you see a pretty face, you’re all amorous—how I despise you! Scoundrel… all men are the same!” Before long, Mibauer returned. Glancing at Number Nine, who lay in bed barely clinging to life, she muttered to herself.
She quickly brought Li Yan and Yang Dong to a VIP lounge, eagerly serving coffee and pastries before hurrying off to fetch the sales contract.
“Kihara, what should we do now?” Artoria looked at the Flame Dragon she considered her mentor. Against such a massive army of undead, she had no hope without the Sword of the Vow of Victory. The best option was to escape on dragonback.
Just as she was turning the problem over in her mind, her body suddenly shuddered. She looked up to find that young master smiling at her, eyes clear and keen—not the least bit muddled or dull.
From the very beginning, Jiang Qi had noticed that the blinking pattern of the colored timer on his chest was different from what he knew. It wasn’t a time limit—he’d lasted a full ten minutes in the Nightmare Battle—nor did it indicate energy levels.
Yet, this was his own doing. He had introduced the sinister cult of Black Benz into Tartar, even employing their dark arts to slaughter rebellious nobles—throwing the entire fate of Tartar into chaos. In such turbulent times, Fang Hong naturally thrived, unstoppable by anyone.
Dismissal? That wasn’t frightening. What was truly terrible was what came after. In the past two years, so many things had happened: corporate spies had infiltrated, senior staff had offended Zhang Xian, others had brazenly seized company assets for themselves—all of them vanished without a trace.